The day he ate the hair was both oddly comforting and sickening. That morning was fine, him having skipped breakfast to meet All Might at the newly cleaned off beach.
He had swallowed the hair, and with it he obtained power, though at moment the just felt as if he was about to puke.
He thought of the struggles he had endured over the summer break in order to prepare his body to be the perfect vessel for the quirk. At least that was the way All Might phrased it.
A horrendous mistake, one voice whispered. Izuku could hear the venomous words dropping out like tar.
A beautiful tragedy. Another supplied.
But the voices were different than normal, Izuku noticed. His mind felt more full by their presence. As if they had grown forms within his head.
And there were eight of them.
He felt a headache throbbing, bobbing, breaking, splitting his skull. Even as a blue haired teen stood up in the UA auditorium to confront him publicly, Izuku felt he could not be bothered. The splitting of his mind was the forefront of his problems.
And then suddenly he was on the pitch, waiting for the gates to open and for his mind to settle down, allowing his body to take over and get enough points to pass.
But a realization struck. Or more like a voice, polished and smoothed, whispered something into his head, lips almost brisying his inner forehead. It tingles.
We are stuck in you, with you. She murmured, silky voice flitting through the cavern of his brain.
We're trapped in your head, another voice spoke, though this one was loud and reverberated through his skill.
Izuku's vision began to swim. His hand came up to clutch his temple. The pain was becoming unbearable.
"--at are you waiting for?! There are no countdowns in real life!" Shouted an ear drum splitting voice.
Izuku winced, finding his shoulders hunching forward as pain racked through his body. Like a wave crashing into him full force.
You're trapped in my head. He recited once before it became clearer. You are humans trapped in my head.
Yes, spoke another voice, slippery and snake-like. And you have to save us too.
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Izuku's Three
Fiksi PenggemarIzuku Midoriya had been struggling for a long time. Becoming reliant on patterns and having eight other people in his head wasn't helping. [mature] Mentions of mental health, OCD, and slight paranoia bordering on the cusp of schizophrenia. I did my...
